Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Morocco and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing U.S. Maple to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Age Steppers,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gories,
Pylon,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.